“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.” -Rumi

“When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep. Praise God for those two insomnias! And the difference between them.” -Rumi

We will have to repent in this generation not merely for the hateful words and actions of the bad people but for the appalling silence of the good people. — “Letter from Birmingham Jail,” April 16, 1963

Respect your haters. They are the ones who think you are better than them. -Unknown

You don’t understand, no-one does. When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you’re expected move again only you don’t remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself. You never in your life think that love like this can happen to you. -Francesca, Bridges of Madison County

“Motherfuckin’ tittysuckin’ two-balled bitch!” -Agent Zoil – Paul

A million pardons…

12 May, 2007 /

Oh geez,

I can’t believe I posted while totally drunk. I can’t believe I used ‘getting my freak on’ in a sentence.

I just logged on for the first time today and I was like, “WHAT THE HELL?” I’m still trying to figure out the last line where I say I needed to tell you all about the phone. What the hell was that?
I don’t even remember writing that.
In the hotel room I came home and proceeded to get sick, and then went to bed when the room started spinning and I had to convince myself that my body needed to throw up ONE more time and then everything would be OK. I sat with my head in the toilet making fake throw up sounds trying to throw up. It didn’t work so my logical mind decided that if I went through the reasons of WHY I was throwing up, such as; my liver was not processing the booze I had taken in and I am going to die of poisoning if I don’t purge my body. That worked, and I got sick again.

Looks like the last post was after that. Shaun said, “You don’t remember writing that?”

NOPE.
Thanks for not judging to harshly.